Novel & Cerita The 100 A Book

However, right before Andrew stepped out of the villa, Carl handed him the bottle containing the candy wrappers. Immediately understanding his intention, I spoke up on Carl's behalf. "Carl has already collected 100 candy wrappers. You can count them yourself." Andrew paused in his tracks before turning to shoot us an astonished look. "Has he already gathered that many?" "Yes." Upon hearing that, he set down the things he was holding, a conflicted expression crossing his face. Neither Carl nor I spoke. We merely waited for his answer. As we expected, Andrew simply hesitated briefly before uttering, "Jenny and Jordan need someone with them right now, so…"

After I sent the text, I set my phone to airplane mode. I no longer wanted to hear from him. As the plane took off, I let out a long sigh of relief. It felt like the burden that had weighed my heart down for so many years had finally eased. I felt like this was the day I had truly waited for. I wanted to shout to myself that I had finally done it! “Ma’am, would you like something to drink?” “An Americano, please… No. I’ll have orange juice instead. Thank you.”

One day, hunting for a file, I logged into my email. I froze. Over ten thousand unread messages lit up the screen. For a second, I thought I'd been hacked. Then I looked closer. Every single one was from Donna. [Hector, my company's bankrupt. I'm drowning in debt. Creditors call nonstop, asking where I am. I'm breaking down.] [Hector, where are you? I want to fly abroad and find you, but I don't even know what country you're in.] [Hector, I wait at Leandro Corp's entrance every day, hoping you'll show up. The guards look at me like I've lost it.]

I asked him, noticing for the first time that he was actually kind of cute. "Drop the chip," he said calmly. "What chip?" I played dumb. "The chip you took from my cart." "Oh, that chip. Well, you see, it was the item that fell in your cart, so I took it back. I'd love to take my leave now." I smiled, trying to tug my wrist free. "You and I both know that's my chip. I bought ten, and there are only nine left. So that one's mine." I raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you're great at math. You must be killing it in school."

Day Eleven. The fiftieth floor of the Vane Building smelled of fresh paint, cold espresso, and absolute freedom. I stood in the center of the expansive, open-concept floor plan of Orion Strategies. The walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a panoramic, dizzying view of the city’s financial district. The furniture was sleek, minimalist, and bone-white. There was no mahogany. There was no cedar. There was not a single trace of Silas Sterling in my new empire.

“You’ve been looking at the posters for a while. Is there a good movie you can recommend?” I stared at her coldly. “Do I look like a movie promoter to you?” I replied flatly. “If I were you, I wouldn’t watch anything. You’d just waste your money.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm before I could take a step. “Hey! Let go of me,” I snapped. “What’s going on here?” The voice was calm, but it carried authority. I looked up and instantly recognized the person who spoke. Zachary Knight.

Third-person POV "Mr. Martin, what are we supposed to do? The reporters have surrounded the building. They're just waiting for you to go downstairs!" Lucius sat on the sofa, his expression so dark it looked ready to kill. "Have you found out who leaked it?" The secretary hesitated. "It's probably… Mrs. Martin. After all…" After all, the only person who knew about all one hundred of his affairs was Adele. Deep down, Lucius already had his suspicions. But hearing it confirmed still made his anger explode. He smashed the glass in his hand.

On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise. I used to believe that even if she graded me from zero, by the hundredth time, I would've gotten a perfect score, and she'd finally agree. So, I chose to propose for the hundredth time on my 30th birthday, hoping to start a new decade and a new chapter with her. I had assumed she would say yes without a doubt this time. But she turned me down again, just as decisively as before. I got to my feet and faced her clearly annoyed expression. I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go.

The crowd surged forward, grabbing the reports. They read—then froze. Shock hit all at once, spreading across their faces. Every single report said the same thing in bold black letters— [not biologically related.]

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.